Almighty Star Daddy

The dressing party ended in a lively atmosphere and laughter at Xiaohu, because Xuan Xuan became the most successful child in dressing and received a prize prepared by Ding Rou, a cute pink fairy stick. For the guy, it was the best reward. The kids were very envious, and Xuan Xuan generously shared it with everyone.

The activity is over very late, and it’s time to go to bed after taking off, washing, and going home. If children are too excited before going to bed, it will affect falling asleep. This feature is fully reflected in the little guy. Han Mo coaxed him for a long time. It was telling stories and singing, and put the child to sleep, and it was already 9:30 in the evening when he walked out of the small room.

Han Mo gently closed the door and sat in front of the computer. Preparations for the movie "Dream Traveling" have begun. The animation team invited by Meng Si has communicated with Han Mo several times, except for the character settings and the main scenes. The animation display pictures have been produced based on hand-painted drawings, which are systematically produced based on the actual story content.

  Han Mo communicated with the team leader until late at night.

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The air in the northern capital of this world is much better than Han Mo's original world. The blue sky and white clouds do not have any haze, fresh air, warm sunshine, leaves outside the window swinging with the warm summer breeze, and indoor... ...

   "Xuan Xuan get up quickly, she will be late soon." Han Mo had come in and called the little guy three times during the steaming of steamed buns, but they all ended in failure. This time, Han Mo used a big move to lift the little guy's quilt and lift Xuan Xuan's small body into a sitting position.

"Sit sober first. Dad will go to see if the breakfast is good." Han Mo helped Xuanxuan sit and stopped for a while, seeing that although her eyes were closed, she was already seated, and turned around to go to the kitchen. Take a step forward.

  Flutter~

   There was a muffled sound.

Han Mo looked back, the little guy lay down again, his mouth opened slightly, with a sweet smile, his whole body slept in a big font, and he didn't mean to wake up at all. It seemed that the one who just sat up was not her at all. Of.

  The steamed buns in the kitchen were already steamed. Han Mo hesitated for a while, and shook his head helplessly, and walked out of the bedroom.

  After another ten minutes, everything in the kitchen was settled, and Han Mo returned to the small bedroom again.

  Sleeping posture is stable and has not changed, as if sleeping more soundly, two small arms stretched out comfortably and fell asleep.

   "Xuan Xuan is going to be late."

  The little man on the bed did not move.

   "Xuan Xuan, if you are late, Teacher Ding will criticize you."

   still did not move.

   "Can't you get up? Then dad has breakfast alone. Oh, it's a delicious steamed bun."

  The little guy who was still sleeping in the big font turned over, his eyes narrowed slightly, half-wake and half-dreaming, as if talking in a dream, muttering in a low voice, "What stuffing?"

  Han Mo knew that the child just didn’t want to get up. He was already awake when he sat up just now. He just lied in bed, snickered in his heart, and still said flatly, "Beef carrot."

  The scene is so similar, Han Mo didn't say a word, a little pink man jumped out of the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

  The morning time is very precious. I always feel that time flies quickly. Han Mo wakes up very early and still feels that the time is tight to complete a series of things to do in the morning and send the little guy to school.

  The nerves were tense all morning, and he was stuck and sent the little guy to the kindergarten. After coming out of the gate, Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

  He is going to participate in an event with Meng Si today. This is the first time Han Mo participated in the event as a singer besides "looking for a good voice." Meng Si attaches great importance to it, but Han Mo is very calm.

  Suddenly the phone rang, and there was a person who was both familiar and strange to Han Mo, mother, dancing on it.

  The memory of the original owner about his parents is running quickly in Han Mo's mind. In fact, the original owner's love for music has a lot to do with his parents.

  Father Han Jun is a professor at the Sunan City Conservatory of Music, who is good at piano, and his mother Chen Yuehong is a professor at the same school, where he teaches folk dance. When he was able to sit still, he was already influenced by the piano in his father's arms, and his mother's flexibility and coordination in dancing were all inherited to him, so the original owner was so talented in music.

It’s just that his parents hope that one day, he can inherit their mantle and become a teacher, whether it’s piano or other musical instruments or even dance, but he just doesn’t want to live an ordinary life, dreaming of a star, and secretly bringing Shu Ya with him. When I went to the northern capital, I began a six-year life in North Drifting.

In the first two years, his mother often called him, hoping that he could go back, but every time he had a big fight and finally hung up the phone. Later, he didn't answer his mother's call at all. He just hung up when he saw it. There were too many calls and the nagging content was repeated, and he was simply blacklisted. When Han Mo cleared the address book some time ago, he removed the original parent's phone number from the blacklist, so this call could be made.

  In the memory of the original owner, this is the first time in four years that the word "Mum" has been beaten on the screen. He has always had a fantasy, and he will never return to Sunan when he is not famous, and never bow his head to his parents.

  These are all stored in the memory of the original owner. If it weren't for today's call, they would certainly not be touched.

  The ringing continued, Han Mo picked up the phone and connected to the phone.

  I don’t know if it’s because the ringtone has been thinking about it for a long time, and there is no sound from the other end of the receiver. Han Mo said softly, "Hello?"

  As soon as the voice fell, a woman's excited voice suddenly came out from the receiver, "It's through, it's through, the phone is through."

  Han Mo froze for a moment, guessing that there might be another person on the phone. This sentence should be addressed to that person, or it might be the father of the original owner.

  Han Mo did not hear the other side responding to her, but soon her voice rang in the receiver again, very gentle and soft, "Xiao Mo."

Like every mother, although it's just an ordinary call that can't be more ordinary, it contains too many emotions. There is no news for four years, and four years of yearning, but I don’t know how to express, and I ate with tears in four years. Sleeping pills can stop longing for a short sleep. Only Chen Yuehong knows how the past four years have come.

In the beginning, the hatred of the son was not iron, quarreling, and then the service was soft, praying for him to come back, there are toughness as a mother, and helplessness as a mother, and these have nothing to do with status, occupation and income, just because she is the son's mother , She is a proud and helpless mother.

  Han Mo slowed down, opened his lips slightly, and said softly, "Mom."

  Han Mo only said what he thought should be called, but the receiver was quiet again, and there was a faint sob.

After a while, a choking voice came out of my ears, trying to suppress emotions, "Well, your dad and I have watched the show you participated in. I sing really well, and I still play the guitar so well. The lyrics are written. Not bad, your dad said, his writing skills are like him."

  Han Mo smiled. Whether it was because he was pleased to get the support of his parents from the original owner, or because he felt the love and warmth of his parents at this moment, he couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.